scenes from margaret's garden (iii)
i am
no longer
tidily wrapped and ribboned
parcelled and delivered
i am now
entirely unravelled
and blowing in the wind
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- and i knew
- stone eye
- winter sea
- its terrible beauty
- breathe
- alleyways
- christmas day 2011
- i know this long open place
- all we want
- variations
- this unfurling
- enough of words, come to me without a sound
- we see the leaves beneath the ice
- come and go
- soft heated sky
- this day ends gently
- deep autumn
- the old coat
- out and across
- the small voice
- falling behind the horizon
- i watched the stars
- tightly
- there are small lines
- looking back, i saw my path
- three years
- unravelled
- the golden fire
- so like silence
- so like so many little wings, so like clouds
- in place
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7 comments:
WOOHOO! Ride it well!Losocaro, The wind can take you to places you would never have gone otherwise!
"losocaro" is the veri word and it sounds like one of many names the wind might use...
I find the decay and disarray of the garden in fall and winter beguilingly beautiful. Lovely word: unravelled, in this second half of my life.
I love the pic!... And nice post...
When we are open to the world it could open a lot... Nice lines...
Take care Sir Steven...
JJRod'z
to be perfectly open and undone is to begin. i am just two steps before this. can you imagine my excitement?
xo
erin
i feel the same way.
Unwrapped I think comes with age- no choice in the matter...It's good but being wrapped and tidy , though I can never go back to it in this life- is a rather pretty thing...
I SOOO know that feeling!
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